"And So I Have Some Advice for You, Kids: Don't Go to College"
Dear assorted friends, journal-watching entities, etc.
I have learned over the past few weeks that college is a very, very alarming thing. Alarming, that is, in the sense that I don't get to do anything. I have not posted in my journal in over a month. I don't get to draw, except in art classes, which has assigned drawings, which are different. I don't get to relax, because there is alwasy work to be done - homework, papers, appointments, colloquiums, whatever the hell those may be, and so on. I do not even have time to breathe sometimes. I do manage to work, but only for six hours a week, which is pitiful. There is a fish auction this weekend, something I have been looking forward to for many, many months, and the only way I can attend is to skip a class, but I am going to do it anyway, because you know what? I happen to be a human being, and need to go do human and relaxing things. I have met machines with more relaxing lives than mine. I am worn down, worn out, weary, and exhausted, and I'm only in my fourth week of classes. I sincerely doubt I will survive this without losing my mind.
I would say more about what's going on with my life right now, except that not much else is happening. Went to an art fair for a whopping two hours last weekend before I had to run to a class - that was sort of nice. Mrs. Skalkos was there, selling her jewelery. It was lovely, and I would have bought something, except that I work six hours a week at minimum wage, and that's barely enough to put gas in my car. I'm lucky I have a college fund to cover some part of transportation costs, otherwise I'd be broke.
I try not to be angsty, especially on the internet, because the internet is already a melting cesspool of angst without my help and all, but dang it, I don't know what to do anymore. I need sleep. I need relaxation. I need to have a day or two where I don't need to worry about whether I can finish an assignment and get enough of a grade to keep up the GPA my scholarship requires.
A life that consists of nothing but stupid classes followed by stupid classwork isn't a life. Really. It's not. It's nothing but eat-work-eat-class-class-maybe eat again-homework-sleep-repeat. That is my life. The parentals say that's the working world, but if that's the case, I'm clearly not cut out for the working world. I'm just doomed.
Now I have to go to sleep so I can wake up in seven or eight hours and repeat the whole damn process. 'Night.
I have learned over the past few weeks that college is a very, very alarming thing. Alarming, that is, in the sense that I don't get to do anything. I have not posted in my journal in over a month. I don't get to draw, except in art classes, which has assigned drawings, which are different. I don't get to relax, because there is alwasy work to be done - homework, papers, appointments, colloquiums, whatever the hell those may be, and so on. I do not even have time to breathe sometimes. I do manage to work, but only for six hours a week, which is pitiful. There is a fish auction this weekend, something I have been looking forward to for many, many months, and the only way I can attend is to skip a class, but I am going to do it anyway, because you know what? I happen to be a human being, and need to go do human and relaxing things. I have met machines with more relaxing lives than mine. I am worn down, worn out, weary, and exhausted, and I'm only in my fourth week of classes. I sincerely doubt I will survive this without losing my mind.
I would say more about what's going on with my life right now, except that not much else is happening. Went to an art fair for a whopping two hours last weekend before I had to run to a class - that was sort of nice. Mrs. Skalkos was there, selling her jewelery. It was lovely, and I would have bought something, except that I work six hours a week at minimum wage, and that's barely enough to put gas in my car. I'm lucky I have a college fund to cover some part of transportation costs, otherwise I'd be broke.
I try not to be angsty, especially on the internet, because the internet is already a melting cesspool of angst without my help and all, but dang it, I don't know what to do anymore. I need sleep. I need relaxation. I need to have a day or two where I don't need to worry about whether I can finish an assignment and get enough of a grade to keep up the GPA my scholarship requires.
A life that consists of nothing but stupid classes followed by stupid classwork isn't a life. Really. It's not. It's nothing but eat-work-eat-class-class-maybe eat again-homework-sleep-repeat. That is my life. The parentals say that's the working world, but if that's the case, I'm clearly not cut out for the working world. I'm just doomed.
Now I have to go to sleep so I can wake up in seven or eight hours and repeat the whole damn process. 'Night.